Nothing makes me feel this way
to bend to ones control.
I don’t like what happens to my brain
but the feeling is far from miserable.
There’s a power, there’s a charm
in every little pattern
in every little syllable
everything that shouldn’t matter.
–
Two feet in.
No doubs, no doubts, no doubts.
Two feet in.
I’m proud, you’re proud, we’re proud.
–
It’s not a new feeling:
it’s really quite stale
to go into detail.
But I’ll make it brief.
Mr Brown, where are you
with your good grief?
Underneath the charm of your body,
you’re terrible and smite me,
and just how unlucky it is
for me to want you.
–
And it makes you wonder
just how lucky we are
to get the chance and the choice
to put two feet in.
–
Two feet in.
No doubs, no doubts, no doubts.
Two feet in.
I’m proud, you’re proud, we’re proud.
